Walk the rails under a high blue sky. Find the sag in the leaning fence, and step--carefully--over rusted wire. Follow a peninsula of blond grasses through a lake of loam, and come, at last, to the timber's edge where gray branches trace the sky and rose hips curl near purple canes.
There is an unobtrusive but very real beauty in each of these photographs! Thank you for posting them.
ReplyDeleteThank you! Windows are fascinating. If I ever buy a house, the number of windows may be a prime consideration.
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